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Burn The End

by Patrick O'Leary

Who claimed to be my father? Weeping from my willows, you said you cared, burning me with pride. 
You learned how to start a fire, and you burnt my city down to ashes.  All I could do was weep from my fire stained hindsight. 
Burning me clean, I was taught to see through.....burn my ends, dampen it with patheticness, let me feel, realize for just a few minutes, with what you've done..
Come closer so I can relieve my nailed lie, right on your soul.  Just to relieve the temptation to kill for a little longer.
Let me fly! away from all of your tender cinders of passion, warfare floods your gates, how can you love?
You've been taught to light a flame you can't put out, death reaps us all, so sad to see you'll be the first to see your own flame before the rest of us
You're out of time...
All you did was wasted it away, you left your mark, you seared my flesh with your will to carry out subdued promises. Justified with pleasures of nakedness, you should've siphoned your soul, pleading and plundering for innocence, learning to never start a fire on a race stronger than your will to live